Unfortunately, As Obsessed As I Am With

I'm Desperate To Have Children. I Am Chomping At The Bit. It's A Problem. I Can't Imagine That I Will Not Be A Mother.

I'm A One-man Kind Of Girl, And I Only Want A Man Who's A One-woman Man.

My Grandmother Lives On A Farm. And Growing Up, I Assumed That The Animals That I Was Eating And The Animals That I Was Wearing All Came From Farms Like My Grandmother's. They All Had Names, They Were All Smothered With Love, And They All Lived To Be Very Old.

One Time I Had Too Many Heinekens And I Googled Myself And Realized That That Was A Very, Very Bad Combination. One Should Not Google Oneself. My Mother Lets Me Know When I'm Being Followed By Paparazzi. She's Like, "there's A Man Who Is Outside Your House, Ginny, And You Need To Be Logging Onto This Website To See If You Can Find A Pattern In When He Follows You." But Otherwise, I Can't Find Any Good Reason To Read My Own Press.

When I'm Doing A Film, I Love Getting Together After Work With My Costars. But We Get Back To L.a. And I'm Like, 'i Don't Want To Go To A Club With You, Dude. I Mean, I Think You're Rad, And If You Want To Come Play Scrabble With Me, That's Amazing.'